I handed in my (actual real-life) resignation letter to work today and what followed could only be described as an anti-interview. The supervisor hoped it wasn’t because of anything to do with the company and that I have learned things that I can use later on in life, and I would emphatically agree, giving him examples and thinking of that glowing reference to come. I cracked a few jokes, using shared knowledge, and left, relieved, that my employment had come to an end.
In other news, I’m still incredibly ill. It’s boring and dull and not very interesting. My tea was really filling this evening and it made me feel sleepy. My sleep has been so few and far between that I just crawled into bed at 7pm to grab whatever sleep I could before my coughing-alarm-clock cough-cough-coughed me awake. It meant I sacrificed a party. Currently, I don’t mind that. Parties will come and go. My health needs to stay.
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